Miss New Booty

Happy New Year, everyone! And, coincidentally, I have a new neighbor who just moved into town to go with it.

Looks like I'm not the only one eager to properly meet this gal and give her a warm welcome.~

Unfinished Business

The day after the beach officially closed down, a certain lifeguard-evading, cell-phone-recording young man thought it would be safe to enjoy the last of the early autumn sun. Turns out, he wasn't the only one.

Running Too Hot

I was as surprised as anyone else at Sunday morning's turn of events!

No one's ever accused Jill of lacking enthusiasm, for her job or anything else she does for that matter, but I guess she isn't always at her most attentive. In chasing a certain rule-breaking miscreant across the sand that morning, she literally stumbled into a reminder of why rules against running exist in the first place.

I guess it's lucky for her that that boy's drink wasn't super expensive, or I don't think he'd have let her off with just a hand spanking. On the other hand...I haven't quite had the heart to tell her yet about the aforementioned rulebreaker turning around to see the show, or about my not being the only one to record the event for posterity's sake. Well, it's not like there's going to be any future repercussions of that, right?

Speaking of the future though, I'd tread veeeeery lightly on the beach for this next week or two. It might be a while before Jill is in a lenient or forgiving mood after this.

Rowan's Internship

So, Rowan got into the summer program he was applying for last month. He wants to go into veterinary medicine, and there's a non-profit based not too far away that offers summer internships at their wildlife and stray animal rescue and rehabilitation center. I happen to be in the same neck of the woods while visiting my family this summer, so I stopped by at the place to catch up with one of the neighborhood cuties.

I turned out to have the strangest timing; Rowan had just gotten in some hot water with the main vet who runs the place for feeding a dog that was supposed to have surgery soon. According to him, it just looked too sad and hungry, and he couldn't resist. According to her, while that sort of compassion is certainly an asset for a future vet, he needs to be taught to reign it in when needed if he wants to succeed in the field. Luckily, she turned out to be far more skilled and experienced in providing aversion therapy than any of the interns had suspected. I arrived just as she'd finished, and left him in the corner of the intern dorm building's common room, where one of his fellow veterinarians-to-be was just approaching him.

His new friend had a condition he needed fulfilled in exchange for handing over the jar of cold skin cream, though. One that Rowan was hesitant to comply with - especially with me in the room now - but this doctor had paddled him almost as hard as the last one I drew him running afoul of, and he was pretty desperate.

I think I should take the time to get to know this Bradley boy, while I'm here. He really does seem to be a person after my own heart.

The Coffee Table Catastrophe

One of my favorite Brianna and Genie memories was when we won a free trip to this ski resort last winter. We started hanging out with this cute guy, and he and Genie had this ongoing semi-friendly-semi-belligerent catty antagonism going on the whole time. We weren't sure if they needed to stop talking to each other, or to just fuck already. After a couple days, when we were having coffee and cake in the hotel restaurant, Genie tried to convince Brianna that they should spank him for some trumped up offense or another. Bri warned her not to try to drag her into this silly little game of theirs, and Genie said the two words that she damned well KNOWS you should never, ever say to Brianna.

"Or what?"

I was away from the table when she said it, but I came back in time to immortalize the consequences in this picture. Needless to say, we (and Genie especially) were the center of attention for the remainder of our stay.